#222 is there a safe haven on earth?

You would never dream a 5-star hotel would be the target of terrorism.

This was precisely what happened in Mumbai 2 or 3 days ago (27 Nov)! The atrocities brought 130? (update30th: 170) dead.

This carnage was meticulously planned and executed!!!

_45250939_mumbai_shooting_466_51 (bbc.com)

Unfortunately the first Singaporean taken hostage at the Trident-Oberoi Hotel found dead was a female. Sic! there was no mercy for the weaker sex. (I wonder how she died and the state she was in then.)

A decent and sane man would not attack a civilian unaware. But this is what the terrorists are trained to do — to kill innocent civilians unaware. Sic!

Those ACCURSED LEADERS OF TERRORISM who led the innocent young minds into something beyond humanity are sheer sickening cowards. They do not reveal themselves, hiding behind the innocent young who stood by their insane philosophies to life. These accursed leaders are inhumane.

These not only took innocent civilians unaware but condemned those who helped them carried out the attacks to death.

Are the attackers not serving death sentence handed down by these accursed leaders of terrorism?!

In war zone, both parties are trained for combat.

In terrorism…the passing of death sentence by their leaders on those who carried out the attacks on the civilians unaware!

#221 spend, spend, spend

Is spending the only way out of recession? What kind of spending are we referring?

Spending using real money, not credit or borrowed money? How does this work when people have no job translating no income, fraught with problems?

I’m still trying to make sense that’s happening in this financial crisis.

Has man been so dishonest that greed had overtaken turning a blind eye to the future? Or callousness on the part of those leaders who think only for today and let tomorrow suffer for itself! The existential philosphy they subscribed?

Many bailouts today are for companies who relied on credit accumulating huge sums which spirals to affecting large banks. Are bailouts for plugging holes in the banking systems?

Has the era of spending on personal credit over? Will the banks reconsider the use of personal credit cards?

What are the true causes of this economic or financial blackhole? Have we not learnt from the Great Depression in the 1920s-30s? Who is responsible? The policy-makers or those who held top positions in companies or corporations?

Has greed overtaken mankind that virtually there is little or no solution to the problem?

Will a dictator like Hitler arise or war looms?

What will tomorrow bring? I shudder to think. Will there be peace? Will there be democracy? If there is democracy, what kind of democracy?

As we’ve seen the governments have to intervene with little results. Every sector of the flailing economy have been looking for the government to bring about some form of bailouts using tax-payers’ money! Why should the tax-payers bail out those scoundrel corporate leaders or directors who were paid handsomely during their tenures on the job? Will these be prosecuted for decisions made callously?

Even in China, a socialist country, the leaders were startled at the force of this financial crisis that their first bailout of several billions have little effect!

Has the world system gone bonkers? Where are we going? What are we doing? How do we salvage this financial black hole today?

Will there be a creative solution out of this financial crisis?

#220 graciousness on mrt

I was somewhat embarrassed when a girl in her late teen gave up her seat for me when I got on at the Jurong East station on one MRT ride towards town yesterday afternoon.

At first I thought she was getting off at the next stop but to my dismay when I lifted my eyes from my book, she was standing around the pole between the two doors of train carriage. I asked the boy seated next to me to reserve the seat while I went up to the teen and asked, “How many stops more before you’re getting off?” She replied, “A few more.” I showed my gratitude and waved her goodbye when she got off at Tiong Bahru station. She made my day.

Three cheers for the new and younger generation. This was not the first time I encountered such graciousness from the young but on several occasions.

However I watched disbelieving at some middle-aged men who would fight for a seat with a lady! At times, when a pregnant lady was standing next to one, the middle-aged gallantly took the seat! Sic! Sic! Sic!

While I was in Taipei (Taiwan), I was highly impressed by the fact the young automatically stood up for their elderly on MRT.

At the Bangkok MRT, commuters lined up to get on the train even at peak hours. By contrast to Singapore, before you could get out of the train, people were pushing their way into the train even when the train was quite empty.

#219 new leaders

New Zealand has a change of leadership.

What will the new leaders in US and NZ bring to its nation and the world in 2009?

Helen Clark magnanimously and graciously bow out to John Key, the newly elected leader for the country:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7717427.stm.

#218 ‘fear n fear’

Now that the euphoria over the US election is over, will the real face of Wall Street surface?

I like the way John McCain concedes his loss to Barack Obama on presidency. During the campaign there were times when both parties hurled sharp words but eventually the voters’ rights, supreme.

McCain returns to his congenial self bowing out to congratulate Obama on his win and encourages his supporters to support the Obama administration. The US is indeed a free country where there is fair election and the citizens have the right to choose their leader.

There is maturity in accepting the votes count unlike some African nations…

Obama used the internet as his tools for his campaign. He was able to raise lots and expended lots of money on his campaign. Will he be able to raise funds to help those who had fallen into the subprime prey and financial crisis?

Naturally the world leaders have to congratulate the secession of the world leader. Accordingly, some nations are hopeful while others are adopting the ‘wait-and-see’.

Will the market improve or like what Australian tycoon Murdoch reckoned the financial crisis will deepen?

The Asian markets are expecting the worst to come. Is this self-fulfilling prophecy?

I certainly hope the Asian market economy can buffer this recession…hopefully not depression.

A recession might be good to bring many to reconsider their spending habits; to weed out those workers who have had bad attitudes or think that the world owes them a living; to wake up the younger generation that there is no such thing as human rights in this working world. When a person comes out to the market place, he is literary enslaved to whoever hires him. Either he makes or breaks. 

Only the stronger and better will remain be humans or enterprises!

#217 operation aborted?

Can anyone explain this — each time I enter this site, the message appears?

Internet Explorer cannot open the internet site https://gleechoo.wordpress.com. Operation aborted.

Thank you.

Update (7th nov): I do not have accessories or peripheries beyond that provided by this webpage yet I have this hiccup! Perhaps it’s time to move on to another website since there is no correction of sorts!

#216 story to remember

I received this through email and saving on blog as I found the story most credible and moving…I would like to add the writer’s name to this story though.

The Cab Ride

I walked to the door and knocked…”Just a minute,” answered a frail elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened and a small lady in her 90s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture were covered with sheets.

There was no clock on the wall and no knickknack or utensil on the counter. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she asked. I took the suitcase to the cab, returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I said. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I’d want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she replied. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?” I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and she would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.

The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You have to make a living,” she answered.

“There are other passengers,” I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, i could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who is impatient to his shift? 

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware — beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

 People may NOT remember exactly

what you did,

or what you said,

they will ALWAYS remember

how you made them feel.